sword_breaker | Future Stuff ::1:: Been Up All Night

Future Stuff ::1:: Been Up All Night

[This was not clicking for some reason. He has been staring at these reports for the past hour and half, nothing having been accomplished besides from papers being shuffled around in a semblance of productivity and knives thrown into the pillar behind him out of sheer frustration. His fingers tapping along the worn metal to keep himself from doing further property damage at this rate.

The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.

Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.

There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.

Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.

His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.

The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.

He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.

Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]

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[Get to the hangar, get his ship, get going somewhere. It's not a good plan, but it's at least a plan. Lakshmi will have to wait, he'll just have to make do with the rations he has, he needs to leave before something else goes wrong.

And of course it does. Just his luck.

Shade's apparently seen him, and where there's Shade there's usually James, and what is this 'official vanguard business' nonsense? He just wants to leave in peace, before things take a turn. He's still tired, still hasn't gotten a shower, and still feels rough over everything that's transpired.

It's not half a second later that Tarlowe materializes with a grating, metallic noise and an agitated spin of his fins as he floats in front of his guardian.]

Don't have any business with the vanguard right now.

[Which kills him inside.]

Ugh what? No. You kind of do actually. Well it's not necessarily vanguard duty but I work for one. So that should count, right? Right.

Also I'm trying to be helpful ok? Don't use that tone with me.

[His top fun lowers defensively at the other ghost, his eye flashing as he attempts to defuse the situation carefully. He was supposed to help not make things worse. Though Tarlowe never seemed to like him regardless of what he did.]

I'm supposed to deliver orders. Ugh well more so a note. Though I mean I can just read off what it said which would be easy.

Besides he's not around if that's what's making you so tense.

Anyway...come home. That's what it says.

[Shade's still as eloquent as ever, it seems, but at the very least the affirmation that James isn't around means that he doesn't quite know how to feel. That should be a good thing, right? But there's disappointment beyond it, and it only adds to the guilt and sick in his chest.

One hand strays up to scoop his ghost out of the air, holding the thing to his chest despite Tarlowe's indignant noises contrary.]

...alright. Thanks. Go on back.

[And he doesn't head home right away, because he's not certain how to interpret the message. Spends so much time thinking it over and over again, pacing through the hangar with no rhyme or reason for his patterns.

Home. It is home, isn't it? Of course it is. It's been home for a while now.

He wants to believe, he wants to believe so much that things are okay, that he can go back, the door will open, and there will be the same snippy comments and fond expression that he's missed.

It takes the better part of an hour before he's able to gather up his courage though. The walk over is quiet, filled with apprehension, and even when he arrives, he knocks. Barging straight in feels like such a bad idea, not with how delicate the situation is.]

Oh. Ok then. Can do and all.

[Then he's off and heading off back to the apartment because he got his job done successfully or at least to the extent of what the hunter had asked him to do. Still it's no surprise to see the guardian asleep when he returns.

The hunter had basically started to deconstruct the helmet to see what was wrong with the damn thing. It sat next to his own helmet on the workbench, tools and supplies laid out in a sort of organized clutter. It was certainly a start. May take some time and new components that weren't on hand.

Still he wakes at the noise of the ghost moving about and grimaces at the absence of a titan with him. He sighs heavily, biting his lip and sinking back into the couch.

Then it's a waiting game. He's hopeful that the note won't go ignored so he tries to get himself cleaned up and out of his armor. A habit that's stuck around for a while was him wearing one of Liam's jackets or hoodies, being done so right now.

The hood pulled up as he stares at the door. After what he feels like forever, he's woken up again from another nap. This time by a knock.

Shit. He's up and heading over after brief hesitation, pulling open the door. That guilt sitting like a rock in his stomach.]

Hey. I...ugh...never got to say it yesterday but um welcome back.

[Maybe this was a horrible idea. A seconds tick on, he's more and more sure of it, because this can only make things worse, regardless of the note or not. He doesn't trust himself to handle things anymore, not after last night.

But when the door finally opens, any protest he had dies on his tongue, because the sight that greets him sparks something profoundly painful and fond at the same time. Despite everything, there's a hint of a grin, because even with all the fighting and anger, he can't be angry. That's his hoodie, and if he's being honest, it looks a lot better on James. Maybe he's a bit biased.

But he has to find his voice, and it's still rough when he finally is able to speak.]

I mean...kinda preoccupied yesterday.

[It's such a weak joke, and it rings a little hollow, but he's trying.]

Right ugh...about that.

[Yea that was definitely something the other day and he nervously rubs the back of his neck as he looks away to try and get a handle on his nerves. The guilt gnawing at him wasn't helping either. So he takes in a moment to steady himself, burying his hands into the hoodie's pouch.]

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...I've been so afraid that you weren't coming back that when you did I...

[He snapped. That's what he did. He was so ready to hear the worst when he instead got handed the best and didn't know what to do.]

I know that sorry doesn't really help. But I'm glad you didn't leave.

[A legitimate fear, for those in their mutual line of work. He's worried for the hunter more times than he could ever admit. It's understandable. His own lack of foresight made a bad situation worse.]

...see, always when I get out there, I know I'm coming back.

[He looks away slightly.]

'cause I got something really good waiting at home. So I have to come back.

[And he'll fight through hell to make sure that he does. It's a moment before he spares a glance back over, grinning crookedly.]

Missed you.

[That certainly earns itself a spark of heat into his cheeks which is weird after so long. But he ignores it because he's moving forward and wrapping his arms around the titan, burying his face into the padding around his neck.

The armor is uncomfortable but he doesn't give a damn if it bites into him. His titan was back.]

Shut up. Sappy as hell. ...but I missed you too though.

[He waits for a few moments.]

Your helmet's shit...but not scrap yet.

You really don't want to do that, I'm nasty right now.

[But he doesn't move to push James away, and instead reaches very carefully to wind his arms around the other. The relief is nearly palatable, and while he may never admit it, there's a tightness to his chest and a bit of wet around his eyes. It's good to be home.]

And it's totally true.

[The helmet though-]

Took a look at it?

Yea I can now notice that. Good thing I'm wearing your hoodie and not mine. Sorry not sorry.

[Probably should feel bad for getting this thing dirty but right now he didn't exactly care. However he does move to rest his chin on a shoulder piece with a soft sigh, glancing up and smirking.]

Well it sucks when mine has to run off. And definitely could use a shower.

You did leave it in my office. So yes I did. It's salvageable though. Going to need to buy some new components.

Eh, I mean, gonna have to clean the hell out of the undersuit anyways. What's another hoodie or whatever?

[Still though, that's not even on the radar of important at the time. He laughs under his breath, rolling his eyes.]

And okay, but you like just mentioned the magic words right there. Like I will probably kill someone for a shower. Or beg. Or trade lewd favors. Really.

[Oh...he did leave it, didn't he? There's a small stab of guilt for that, and it does dull his grin just a bit.]

Sorry about that.

Yea that will be a definite. Just saying. I can always steal another one anyway. So there's that.

[The armor starts to hurt to be pressed against so his hold relaxes somewhat.]

Please don't kill someone. Also you don't exactly do the whole begging thing though I mean I'm sure that can be combined somehow with the lewd favors. Regardless you're taking one.

Don't. It snapped me out of it and made me realize how much of an ass I was.

Not stealing if I give it to you.

[Feeling the other move away, he loosens his hold, pulling back slightly to give James some room.]

See, I'm at that point. I will get down on my hands and knees and beg buck naked if it means I get to finally see running water again. You know how Venus is, I feel disgusting.

[He falls quiet for a bit though, processing that revelation, but in the end he closes his eyes and very carefully hugs the hunter close for a short moment.]

...can I come in?

Eh I've wearing quite a number of them though. So...yea.

[He stays close though despite having pulled back, more than wanting to stick by after everything.]

As much as that would be amusing to see, I think I'll just let you use it without asking for anything. You know like how we've done it for a while now.

[Then there's another hug and fuck it he'll deal with the armor because this is nice. He presses his forehead against Liam's gently.]

Absolutely.

Then it looks like we're sharing.

[Despite everything he smiles, eyes closing at the contact, though he pulls away just for a moment to gently bump his forehead against James' before leaning back in.]

Kinda like this idea. Think I'm probably gonna take you up on it right now. Kinda definitely like being home.

[And as reticent as he is to move, he breaks the hold ever so slightly, tugging the hunter inside.]

As if I'm not used to that concept already.

[This is great after being alone for so long and he closes his eyes for a brief moment but quickly flickers them open at the bump.]

Sounds like a plan. I promise that I didn't use all the hot water earlier.

[It's a small simple joke and he's smiling. However the blush faintly returns at the tug, following the pull and making sure to close the door.]

If you did, that'd totally fall under 'cruel and unusual'.

[It feels good to be joking again though, and he stops for a moment to press his forehead against James' again for a short while, but in the end he breaks away with a small, fond, grin.]

Promise I'll reiterate how much I missed you later until you're sick of hearing it, but I'm gonna be a dick and steal the shower now until further notice.

[And he's off to do just that, haphazardly stripping out of his armor on the way there and leaving Tarlowe to transmat it away.]

Fair enough.

[By the traveler this is much better than the past week let alone month and it makes everything feel infinitely better. However he gives a small nod, shoving his hands away once more.]

That's not exactly a dick move or whatever. So yea go do that if you can.

[He watches after the titan before heading back over to the couch and flopping down. There wasn't much to do other than wait and possibly watch the ghosts zoom about the apartment.]

[Showering might actually be one of the best things in the world right now, as far as he's concerned. While he's anxious to get back to James, he has missed the hunter terribly, he's not about to pass up the first chance he's had in weeks to finally scrub all the grime off himself.

He stays until the water runs cold, just enjoying the sheer fact that he's able to, and when he can't stand the freezing spray any longer, he finally relents.

And promptly realizes that in his haste, he's forgotten to grab any actual clothes.

Whatever, a towel slung round his hips and one thrown over his shoulders do the trick well enough as he finally emerges and makes a beeline for the stairs, stopping only momentarily to lean over the back of the couch and place a soft kiss to James' brow.]

[He's half tempted to close his eyes again and enjoy the peace but manages to keeps himself awake. Which is the better choice as there's a kiss on his brow that forces him to look back.

Oh. Well that's a thing. Liam without clothes on, just towels. He stares after him but it steadily becomes more out of concern than anything. All the bruises and other injuries definitely make him worry as well as feel lucky as hell.]

Let me guess, forgot that clothes are a thing?

[Might as well joke though.]

Gimme a break, it's been a while.

[But he's not at all surly, it's just teasing back as he books it up the stairs. The apartment is definitely colder than he remembers; either that or he's just become too used to how sweltering Venus was. Either way, clothes.

He manages to dig out another hoodie and a pair of comfortably worn pajama pants, and after that he's dress and slightly less chilled, he's bounding back down the stairs as quickly as is comfortable. Vaulting over the back of the couch is out of the question, and so he takes the long way around, worming his way on and next to James with as much care as he can possibly take.

Once situated, he reaches out to tug the hunter over to him, leaning back and holding him to his chest.]

And I warned you, you're gonna get so done with how much I'm going to be around.

It was only a month. I'd like to think that clothes are something to not be forgotten about so easily.

[There is definitely concern over how fast the titan decides to take those stairs but nothing that could be done really. He wasn't exactly going to yell about that especially after having done worse. So he merely raises an eyebrow at the speed that Liam returns out.

He slides over to offer room on the couch but apparently that was the wrong option as the titan presses in considerable close. Then he's being tugged again but this time to be held.

His cheeks dusted with a blush as he glances up with a soft laugh.]

I doubt that. So bring it on.

Psh, you're lucky I'm not feral by now. Y'know, out there, living amongst the vex and the fallen, eating spirit bloom or something like that.

[It's so good to be joking around again, and he leans down to nose at the hunter's temple. He's sore, yes, still exhausted and beaten down from the entirety of his time away, but he's not about to let that stop him from finally being able to spend time with James.]

Not leaving for a long time though, if I can. Good luck, you're not moving for now either, you're stuck.

Eh if you ended up going feral, I would hunt you down and knock some sense into you.

[He lets out a pleased noise, pushing up carefully in order to press a gentle kiss on Liam's neck. He knows about the injuries now and is hesitant to do anything remotely not gentle which is fine with him.

This is warmest he's been in what feels like forever. His face burying into the titan's shoulder softly.]

I don't exactly want to move anyway. So if anything you're stuck on this couch with me. Sorry not sorry.

Don't you do that anyways?

[He offers a soft noise in return, reciprocating the kiss with a gentle press of his lips to James' temple. It's so good to be back, and it's so good to have the hunter in his arms after so long.]

Think I can live with that. The vanguard going to get mad at you for skipping out?

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